Celene:
Celene had spent the past week contemplating her place at the temple. Her crisis of faith had been driven by the use of her in born powers. She was grateful for the gifts that wee Jas had bestowed upon her but somehow they seemed lackluster compared to the torrent of energy that hummed beneath her skin and sang through her veins.
OOC: Heh, heh. Someone is angling to have his stinky cleric level swapped out! :D
The party carefully enter the walkway and begin the decent into the inferno of Kraken's Cove. As they get further and further below the top of the cliffs, they begin to make out more details of what is happening under the smoke and fire. There is a great variety of ships ablaze; a two-masted caravel, a sizeable frigate, a long barge and what might have once been a schooner. Each of them bear the fearsome pirate flag of the Crimson Fleet - a skull and crossbows on a field of crimson. In nautical tradition flying a crimson pennant flag into a battle means 'no quarter asked for nor given'. The Crimson Fleet flies under that flag into every battle.
The walkway is in terrible condition, rotted by the salt air and poorly maintained by the pirates, but the party still manage to almost make it to halfway before the mishap. Celene steps onto a particularly rotted plank and her foot goes all the way through. She instinctively moves her weight back onto the other foot and this slips out from under her. With a shriek she grasps at the walkway by cannot find any purchase (yet ANOTHER construction in this AP with any handrails) - she slips from the structure and falls 40' into the fiery waves below.
More from good luck than skill she manages to enter the water feet first and avoids taking damage. But the breath is still driven from her lungs and she feels like her momentum pushes her way down beneath the surface. From under the water the scene of the burning ships and water above is mottled and almost beautiful, and the light from the fires illuminates the bottom of the harbour. Celene notes that a circular section of harbour bottom about forty feet from shore is entirely barren of life - the rocks and sand gleam, with not a trace of seaweed to be found. She does not have more than a second to think about it before she is clawing to the surface, her lungs bursting for a mouthful of air.
Meanwhile, back on the walkway, the rest of the party are peering down into the burning oil and black waters of the harbour trying to spot Celene. A second later there is a loud *snap* and then Logan calls out and points into the harbour below - the heavy ropes holding a burning caravel have burned through and the ship has wrenched free. The tide is now carrying it quickly towards the west wall of the cove where it is going to smash into the walkway and destroy the section of pathway between them and the beach!
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